It's Saturday morning and I've been up since 8 am. Weak eh? My first day to sleep in and I fuckin blow it.
Anyway... Thursday night I went and saw a production of the Vagina Monologues. I've never been so empowered and proud to be a woman. It's an educational experience that everyone should see. It's just awesome.
Yesterday was a traumatizing day for me. It was good, but traumatizing if that makes sense. My day started off with my first session of electroconvulsive therapy (ECT). It was really interesting and the procedure went well. But during the patient's seizure, I was holding her leg down and for some reason that threw me. The whole idea still throws me for a loop everynow and then, even though I know that it is a really effective form of therapy for people who are extremely depressed. So fine, whatever, I'm all for it. I spent the rest of my morning admitting a patient who was extremely parnoid and possibly schizophrenic. She had a very sad story. It was her first time being admitted into a psychiatric facility and she was very fearful.
Fine. Lunchtime.
The afternoon was where things went a little overboard. A patient approached me and randomly started telling me about the horrible, horrible things that had happened in his life. Why? because I looked like 2 of his ex-girlfriends and if he wasn't in there he would have been in love with me. Ok. He cried and told me of years of being physically and verbally abused as a child by an alcoholic father. It was awful. Thankfully, my clinical instructor saved me, just to put me through another form of hell.
She took us (three other students and myself) through an example session of cognitive therapy using me and an experience with negative feelings from my life as an example. She essentially challenged my perception of myself which is good but extraordinarily difficult. You feel this way because you think this way and if you changed the way you thought then you wouldn't experience such negative feelings towards so-and-so. I felt very exposed and defensive, 2 of some of the worst feelings a person can feel.
That's enough for now.
Happy V-Day (and no, V doesn't stand for Valentine's.. pffft... it stands for VAGINA)
word.
J
Anyway... Thursday night I went and saw a production of the Vagina Monologues. I've never been so empowered and proud to be a woman. It's an educational experience that everyone should see. It's just awesome.
Yesterday was a traumatizing day for me. It was good, but traumatizing if that makes sense. My day started off with my first session of electroconvulsive therapy (ECT). It was really interesting and the procedure went well. But during the patient's seizure, I was holding her leg down and for some reason that threw me. The whole idea still throws me for a loop everynow and then, even though I know that it is a really effective form of therapy for people who are extremely depressed. So fine, whatever, I'm all for it. I spent the rest of my morning admitting a patient who was extremely parnoid and possibly schizophrenic. She had a very sad story. It was her first time being admitted into a psychiatric facility and she was very fearful.
Fine. Lunchtime.
The afternoon was where things went a little overboard. A patient approached me and randomly started telling me about the horrible, horrible things that had happened in his life. Why? because I looked like 2 of his ex-girlfriends and if he wasn't in there he would have been in love with me. Ok. He cried and told me of years of being physically and verbally abused as a child by an alcoholic father. It was awful. Thankfully, my clinical instructor saved me, just to put me through another form of hell.
She took us (three other students and myself) through an example session of cognitive therapy using me and an experience with negative feelings from my life as an example. She essentially challenged my perception of myself which is good but extraordinarily difficult. You feel this way because you think this way and if you changed the way you thought then you wouldn't experience such negative feelings towards so-and-so. I felt very exposed and defensive, 2 of some of the worst feelings a person can feel.
That's enough for now.
Happy V-Day (and no, V doesn't stand for Valentine's.. pffft... it stands for VAGINA)
word.
J